The Current

Tangled in thought again Lost in the labyrinth of broken stairs Ever growing misdirection Precious time I haven't much to spare How many lost hours How many lost days How many more years will fade away So endlessly the current flows It forever carries me Counting the thorns I've grown Across the barren fields of woe Did I know for what I was searching Something bright remembered long ago How many lost hours How many lost days How many more years will fade away So endlessly the current flows It forever carries me The winds cold breath And distant memories fade into the waves With constant motion nothing stays the same As I start to scramble catching one last breath And find that the current was my strength The storm spurns forever on